I have a pitifully small collection of Vivienne Westwood garments, and god knows I don’t seem to be the shape they’re designed for – I need to be 5 inches taller and 2 cups bigger, according to the adjustments I make to them. But like all things I love, the impracticality of it only makes it more desirable. Even the experience of having to throw myself off a tram while wearing a VW plaid bustle skirt – which bound my legs together like some ancient foot-binding practice – did not dissuade me.
And so under the plaid-spell have I been since seeing her new Red Label fall/winter 2010/11 collection, I failed to recognise an old familiar within it. It wasn’t until I was drawing it that I realised – ah, isn’t that a flannie? Oh yes, it is. Growing up in a small country town in the 80s, I wore and saw my quota of flannies, and not even Kurt Cobain with all his charisma could tempt me back over to the dark side.
I’ll take the orange tights, I’ll take the pink plaid obe, I’ll even take the flannie tie. But the flannie? Viv, you can keep it!
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Mary 02.25.10 at 5:31 pm
Ah the flanney. Can’t say I ever went there in the 90’s and am none too keen on plaid anyway. Hang on, that’s not true (remembers plaid stuff in wardrobe)! But I love Viv although I can only barely afford Anglomania 🙁
Mary 02.26.10 at 11:35 pm
Fierce pic BTW!
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